Ill start: It snowed about 8 inches of really heavy snow and they called school off that day, so I headed up to the mountain and met up with my friends to wait in line for the chair to open. Took one lap and couldn't see shit because of the fog, but it was an open face so that makes sense. We decided to take a lap in the trees because then we could see, so we roll up to our favorite run and drop in. As we drop in, we start to see the sun come through the clouds and now it is pretty much bluebird. Now we are hyped, and start hitting everything that we usually scope out before hand, knowing that if we fucked up, we had 8 inches of snow to save us. As we meet up at the bottom, we look up and see that the whole run had slid behind us. It was probably more of a sluff but the crown extended across the whole run and it was about 6 inches tall. Hucked some of my biggest shit that day.
good times.